Wren's pov
I was hit with the delicious aroma of chicken when I entered our room. The sight that greeted me made me melt like ice cream under the hot sun.
The room was dim, lighted by only lots of candles. The candles were scented which explained the subtle aphrodisiac scent I could smell. Petal of roses were scattered everywhere in beautiful patterns. Niall Horan's song 'black and white’ was playing softly in the background.
The couches had been cleared and in it's place was a blanket with plates of foods on it. There was chocolate cake, I've cream, grilled chicken, artfully plated pieces of fruits and a lot more covered in containers.
In the middle of it all was my mate, looking so handsome in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing his tattoos and black trousers. The sight
